Ragtime Scarpetta

What's yer name? *A tall young Italian guy is sweeping the stage, humming a catchy jazz tune. He looks up and smiles at the sound of your voice* Oh, hey! *remembers that you asked him a question and grins* Stefano Scarpetta.

Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? *grins* Yeah, da fellas call me Ragtime. 'cause I love jazz an' I'm always hummin' rag tunes, I guess. *gets a thoughtful look* I think MacDonald started it, but I ain't real sure.

Whaddaya look like? *gives you a "Are you nuts?" look. He' s about six feet tall or so, well-built from working hard all day for the past two years of his life. If you knew his older brother, you' d probably think the two of them look a lot alike: same black hair and eyes, same olive skin. However, if you knew his younger sister Felice, you' d notice that they share a frequently appearing mischievous smile.*

How old are ya? Seventeen. *grins* I'll be eighteen in January, though.

What kind of work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? Been a stagehand heah fer two years, since I was fifteen.

How'd ya end up heah, anyway? *shrugs* Well, me an' my brotha Marco started lookin' for work a couple o' years ago, an' da Rose was lookin' for some more carpenters, an' we knew enough 'bout buildin' stuff ta get jobs. * a rather dark look* Marco got fired ' bout six months ago ' cause a dat Carraway bi--*realizes he shouldn' t talk about that and forces a smile* Anyway. Yeah, so I' s worked heah fer a while. *smiles* An' heah's where I met Rosa.

How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kind of personality ya got? *grins* I got my dad' s habit a jokin' around a lot...all of ' cept Susana do. All of us bein' me an' my brotha an' my two sistas, dat is. *smiles* I' s da easygoin' one, though...don' got a tempah like Marco or Lucia. I love ragtime...go ta da clubs in da Village when I get da chance. *thinks* Let' s see...I smoke now an' den, but not too much. I drink, but I don' get drunk. *grins* Some people ' round heah seem ta have trouble drawin' da line between 'em.

Any special talents?*half smiles ruefully* Nah...'fraid I's da dumb one o' da family. *He isn't really dumb, though he's probably not as smart as his siblings. He does, however, have an excellent ear; he has a very nice tenor voice and is able to remember tunes note and rhythm perfect having only heard them once, and speaks Italian with as perfect a Sicilian accent as his parents do*